Aktbo - Listen Up ! Lyrics

(They really playing with me)
(They think I can't do shit)
(Like, are you serious dude)
(This one song, is four songs and two beats in one track bro)
(Shut the f*ck up, and listen)
It ain't no competition
It's me vs me
When I get paid, all my boys gon eat
They say it's all love, but I know they hate me
Pass on the check, I ain't doing it for free
(Yeah, bitch)
I know you want to see me dead but
I'm counting up racks instead look
If you want me you can go ahead and get it
And if you got beef you can meet me in the kitchen
No kickback, but the boy still kicking
One last chance
(Bitch)
Don't even mention it
(Huh, yeah)
Don't even mention it
(Don't even mention it)
I pull up with yo bitch, and you know that I'm hitting it
But don't f*cking at me
And don't f*cking mention it
Hold up, I changed my mind
I ain't got the time to waste on every pussy I find
I kill the boy broad daylight
I kill the boy broad daylight
(Uh huh, yeah yeah bitch)
No competition
It's me vs me
When I get paid, all my boys gon eat
They say it's all love, but I know they hate me
Pass on the check, I ain't doing it for free
(Yuh, yuh)
I f*cking kill the bitch, are you hearing this
And I blow out her back when I'm drilling it
Yeah
She say I'm lil boy, but I'm big like a mountain
All of the money I'm counting, I might as well be an accountant
All of the ice I'm wearing, I'm dripping, I'm just like a fountain
Like hide and go seek, I peek when I'm counting, I'm cheating
I peek when I'm counting, I'm cheating
I peek when I'm counting, I'm cheating
I might kill em'
How bout that
I might drill em'
How bout that
Might f*ck on his bitch, and blow out her back
How bout that bitch
How bout that
Might get a new coupe
How bout that
Bitch look at my pockets, shits so fat
How bout that bitch
How bout that
How bout that bitch
How bout that bitch
How bout that
How bout dat
Getting hard to tell the time
Cause my watch make you go blind
Bad lil bitch and she super fine
Can't get that bitch off my mind
Just cause you go don't make you right
Can't shake the feeling you get inside
Blow yo mind, it blow yo dome
Pussy boy I snatch yo soul, for acting bold
Ten toes down (I never fold)
(Why is the world so cold)
(Sipping act I'm moving slow)
(Say it cause it's what I'm told, It's what I'm told)
(It's hard not to think about you)
(Cause you been on my mind, while I been on the road yeah)
(Yeah I was feeling bitter)
(Nah, I was feeling bad)
(But now I feel better)
(My pissy got diamong letters, she wanna f*ck but I won't let her)
(Oh she bad)
I might kill em'
How bout that
I might drill em'
How bout that
Might f*ck on his bitch, and blow out her back
How bout that bitch
How bout that
Might get a new coupe
How bout that
Bitch look at my pockets, shits so fat
How bout that bitch
How bout that
How bout that bitch
How bout that bitch
How bout that
(Yeah)
I don't like saying shit more than once
I might kill the boy, just for staring at my assets
Big thick bottom bitch, and I love they way her ass hits
(Bitch her f*cking ass hits, bitch it hits)
(Bitch her f*cking ass hits)
(Aye)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Bitch I'm talking)
(Shut the f*ck up)
(Stop IG stalking)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)